Cat

SURELY not mine, my cat, with all your needs,
Wife, snake with fur and gaze before you come
Slower than apples, nudging, to my hands.
Not sin, O inbred, sweet necessity !
When none without you knows what has been lost.

How lucky if you were the cruel sign
Of what I want when you stare privately,
Eve, reptile, angel beyond repair.
But you cannot repent what you have done.
Closer you come, your own and pawing me.